False Starts

Seek love and it is rarely to be found

Better a wish and a welcome mat down

Sometimes love is a guest who is fashionably late

All the more precious for the wait

All the more precious for the wait

Cool love flows deftly through the passing turns

Gives way yet patiently yearns

For that someone to leave lasting marks upon the slate

All the more precious for the wait

All the more precious for the wait

False Starts

You know I've had a few broken hearts

How can you call the journey wayward

When what went before was just a door to you

We all can claim our share of False Starts

We all have had a few broken hearts

How can you call the journey wayward

When from bygone days I am remade for you

Sweet love, like honey soothes lives on the mend

Sets hearts to beating again

Brings feelings alive that none else can animate

All the more precious for the wait

All the more precious for the wait

© Charlie Vavra, Right Riffs of Dover